Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2008 11:18:08 -0800 (PST)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hanging with Friends

OK we were all stoned. Some more drunk then stoned. But as for me, kind of
both.

And when you're hanging out with friends you've known for years, no adults
are around and it's raining..I mean COLD rain outside, the only thing to do
is get stoned, drunk and crazy.

So we were all laying around Jeff's basement, watching TV and making stupid
jokes about each other.

And Truth or Dare became one of our games. Later on we would all dance in
our underwear for the camera. Darren said something about you tube but
after Jeff and I did some naked hip thrusts I think that idea ended...or I
hope it did.

Anyway, I took a Dare.  I had to say what part of each of the other guys I
had fantasized about licking.

No we weren't gay or not so you'd notice.  I, being stoned as I said,
stared at each one and replied.  We were all half naked by then by the way,
one or two wearing only jockey shorts, Clyde in his favoriate jock strap,
he always wore it.

So I admitted to wanting lick Clydes bubble butt. That was no surprise.
We'd all eyed his bubble butt thanks to his jock strap habit.

But they laughed at me anyway.  I looked at Bob, doing a few bad shirtless
muscle builder poses.

Bob's armpits.  It was true I had thought about that the first time I saw
his newly appeared armpit hair back in junior high.

Shelly was easy. His nut sac. But it was a surprise to them all or the fact
I said it so casually. His package was always pronounced.

Jeff's wasn't bad either. Despire his loose fitting boxers his bulge
tempted me to want to see what was inside.

So I admitted to wanting to lick Jeff's cock. Again everyone hooted.

But I added, I had wanted to lick my own ever since puberty. Amidst allot
of jokes and cursing, most in the room admitted to or even trying to lick
their own dicks as kids too.

We were all drunk and stoned..oh yea I mentioned that.

And I guess my state was so obvious, I couldn't do anything when they held
me tight so Bob could shove his armpits in my face. It smelled but they
held me until Bob said he felt my tongue.

Hairy armpits were replaced by smooth buttcheeks and yes I licked them,
both of them. They didn't hold me down too much, they didn't have to. I
smaked one of the salava wet butt cheeks when I was done.

But Clyde grabbed me and with Bob held me so tight I thought I was in
trouble. When Shelly pulled his shorts off and grabbed his nut sac, I knew
I was. But amidst the odor of his crotch, I stuck out my tongue and he
moved his testicles all over it. I protested, though secretly I didn't
mind.

The group began to chant and I knew what was next. My cock had already
tented my shorts and seemed to get harder as Jeff approached. He was naked
now too.

And the sight of his hard cock was all I could see. I didn't know if I
should protest and pretend I hated what was going on or just go for it and
explain later how stoned I was.

He pushed it against my lips. I tried not to open my mouth. Someone held my
nose so I couldn't breathe through it. I gasped openign my mouth and Jeff
pushed his cock inside.

They told me to lick it. I moved my tongue under the cock meat I had
finally gotten inside. I thought he'd pull it out saying I had licked it
and the dare was over. But instead he moved it sliding his meat over my
tongue.

The others laughed and I heard things like "fuck his throat", "suck it suck
it" and "fag wants it".

Someone grabbed my cock through my cloth declaring my shorts wet spot was
caused by my boner. The hand didn't let go but worked on it. Someone was
jacking me off, I realized. I wasn't the only horny boy in the basement.

I sucked Jeff's cock and he responded. The hands that had grasped me held
on while others were pullin on my nipples and boner.

I swallowed each stream Jeff released just about the time my own cock
expanded the wet spot on my shorts with it's own gushing.

Everyone laughed at me. Jeff was gasping and smiling and I cursed just to
make sure they all knew I was still a guy.  They laughed at me all night
about it and I found ways to joke back.

The odor of Bill's armpits, Shelly's crotch, and the taste of Clyde's
buttocks and Jeff's cock remained in my brain as the TV was turned off and
the lights too were dimmed and then darkened.

It was dark. The silhouettes of my four friends sleeping on the fold out
couch and floor surrounded me.

I stood at the toilet pissing into the water in the dark. I had taken off
my shorts and felt naughty standing in the dark naked with my friends
nearby.

I shook the last drops and returned to the living room not sure if I would
curl up inside my sleeping bag or lay on the lazeeboy instead.

"Hey" the whispered voice led me to the couch.

Which ever one it was, reached for me and brought me on the mattress. I
tried to remember which one or two were there earlier. My stoned state was
deminishing and I was tired.

I felt his hands all over me and my cock responded. Hell at my age my cock
hardens when I see someone handle a cucomber in the grocery store.

The finger moved inside me and I automatically pushed down until it was
knuckle deep inside me. Nobody had done that before except myself when
jacking off. But this was better.

And I could feel the tip of my penis emitting liquid. It tickled.

The fingers worked me inside. I knew what I wanted but didn't know if I
could say "fuck me" in the quiet room without being heard.

The fingers were replaced by a cock. I wasn't sure which one. I fantasized
it was Jeff but it could have been any of them. I took it trying to keep my
whimpering and moaning quiet.

A cock found my lips. It wasn't Jeff. I still had the memory of his cock to
compare it too. I sucked until I had to swallow.

I wasn't sure if a second cock had replaced the first one in my butt or if
the first one just pulled out and went back. It didn't matter.

Someone's fingers opened my lips and they almost immediately shot their
stuff on my face and into my mouth.

There were four of them.

We ate pancakes Jeff made the next morning. He shot coconut syrup on my
pancakes and everyone laughed so he squeezed the bottle on my face too.

The rain had stopped and we played football on the wet grass. It was
supposed to be a game of tough but it turned into tackle and I seemed to
get tackled allot. Under the pile of my friends, I felt hands on my crotch,
balls, nipples.

We ate pizza and watched the Sci Fi channel. Jeff's parents would be home
that night.

"So what are we gonna do next?" Jeff asked reminding everyone we all had to
split in a couple of hours.

"I know" It was Bill who said it as he stood. I was a bit stoned as we had
shared a pipe during the movie..which explains why I just sat there
watching as everyone stripped naked.

"Get the syrup" someone said to Jeff.  I'm not a midget but I guess I was a
bit smaller then the rest of them, so it was easy for them to lift me from
the floor and put me on the fold out couch where they wanted me.

I was sucking a cock while the others stripped me. A familiar fintger
gbegan to loosen my butthole up. I didn't care. There wasn't any secrets to
protect anymore.

Besides I was with friends.